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Ain’t I so (saucy)And my clothes (cost me)Life of the partyAlways get it startedAin’t I so (bossy)Ain’t I so?I’m independent got my own booAnd I can fuck some cash up if I want toFuck it up, body cold (frosty)And I’m so (bossy)Ain’t I so (saucy)And my clothes (cost me)

The witching hour, somebody had once whisperedto her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deepsleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.

We search our whole lives for people to fill that empty space. The one by our side. The extra pillow on your bed. The passenger listening to your songs. The friend who stays up later than you do. We’re all insomniacs in some way. It’s hard to sleep when the cost is having a nightmare. It’s hard to not feel alone when no one’s hitting up your phone. It’s hard to feel something when you’ve been drained. Love is a cheap trick the heart does to remind itself that it must beat for two. I won’t trick you. It’s going to be difficult. Maybe you’re getting over someone. Maybe you’re getting over yourself. Maybe you’re just flat lining that smile again. Maybe somewhere out there, someone’s looking up into the sky wishing they were right next to you. Your hands reach for your shadow, soft company– but it’s still your own. It’s different with someone else around. Best friends have a tendency to become lovers. Lovers have a knack for leaving. Friends have a high statistic of becoming both. You’re left to your own tricks. You need to believe that you’ll be okay. The phone may ring one day, maybe it’s them. Maybe it’s just another person we’ll never meet. Sometimes we feel like the moon, we’re always questioning the howling. Sometimes we feel like the sun, if it’s this bright out here– who is going to notice me? Maybe you really do feel alone, but someone out there feels just like you. We’re all stars waiting to burn out. We’re all bridges waiting to burn. I’m just another writer jotting down words that need to mean something. I guess one day, we’ll try to be more than fine. One thing at a time, we feel things too much. It’s our hearts way to remind us that it’s okay to be this numb. Even the brightest stars in the sky feel lonely, it just needs to find the right person to shine for. Darling, it’s okay to feel this way. It’s just another means to feel everything. We need to feel okay, even if it’s really not.